The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the St. Jude’s Processing Center, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to originate from inside your own skull. You sat at your desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and foreheads, and stared at the file in front of you. It was a standard intake case. A woman named Elara Vane. Age forty-two....

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